Jack Gilbert Quote

Poem For LauraNow come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart,splendidly you come promising sorrow.And knowing, I bless your coming with trees of love, singing, singing even to the night.The princely mornings will fail when you go, and nightwill come like animals. Yet I open my cautious life and sing thanksgiving of yes, oh yes to love,even while the tireless crows of painand the diligent fever-ticks of sorroware somehow privileged in my flowering heart.For you fashion such rivers in my soon unable heart as are focused to paradise by the crippling night. Such terraced waters as are cheap at only sorrow.And to have cargoes of hyacinths sail once more my life I will freely undertake any debt of pain.I will break these hands for tokens, oh my love.